Down the lane to Christmas
Mid fields adrift with snow,
I can see the old familiar home
With windows all aglow.
I can hear the Christmas music
Carried o'er the frosty air,
And picture home folks singing
Round the organ by the stair.
The Yule log will be burning
Near the tinseled Christmas tree,
And I hasten with a yearning
Towards the ones that wait for me.
Though the road is long I've travelled
Sure my heart will no more roam,
For down the lane to Christmas,
My heart is nearly home.
-Mildred L. Jarrell